Yesterday evening Mrs M's mother's (who has increasingly bad dementia) vanished into the dark and very stormy night only to reemerge after a few frantic hours of looking for her and about 10 mins from when we were planning on calling the police. Difficult decisions that the family have successfully put off for far too long now need to be made.
At one point Mrs M and I drove past her but on the wrong side of a road full of heavy traffic to get to her. Despite some fast sprinting back by myself at the first opportunity she had somehow evaporated into thin air and we didn't see her again for an hour and a half.
In the end Mrs M and I found her again during a last ditch walking lap of the local streets. We got her inside and warm, dry and fed but everyone's a bit shaken really. In some ways that's needed to stir some action but still not a great thing.
Good thoughts are inbound to you. Dementia is a tough thing to cope with, and can be extremely frightening to watch at work. Good on both of you for keeping what sounds like a fairly level head and doing the right thing in a very difficult situation.